<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696</id><updated>2011-09-02T10:51:33.011-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Dark Embrace.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-5027577328025087850</id><published>2011-02-03T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:08:59.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-5027577328025087850?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/5027577328025087850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=5027577328025087850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/5027577328025087850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/5027577328025087850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-3156376308532577350</id><published>2011-02-01T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:59:39.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm hanging by a thin thread,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;breakable..undependable..all by myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I should hold on or let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If, life would be much simpler this way or after my surrender.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If, I can take the pain of falling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will happen if I actually let go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does it mean I'm giving up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or does it mean, I'm strong enough to let go, to take a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hell, does anybody really care?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's the answer - N-O!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all bullshit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toughen up and,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;get over it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-3156376308532577350?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/3156376308532577350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=3156376308532577350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3156376308532577350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3156376308532577350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-hanging-by-thin-thread-breakable.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7714376017340424799</id><published>2011-02-01T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:51:42.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Mother,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love I have for you, my mother, is unexplainable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have never, and I know, I WILL never be able to tell her what she means to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I forget, at times, what she really is, I realize it later and plant a kiss on her on her cheek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is the most I can do, to show my love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I harass her,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hit her,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I taunt her,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kiss her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Behind all my bitterness lies my love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might seem hollow, shallow and dumb and unromantic from the outside, well maybe I really am, but there is still a part of me, somewhere inside which has feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The strength which I have today, is all because of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, I will be nothing more than a twig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apart from being my mother, you are my sister, my friend, my lover, my soul mate...my god.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The emotion I felt last night,while we were walking, was something else...it was more than just love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I worship you, my mother, I always will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the things you have done for me, cannot be paid back, but I will try my best to do whatever it takes, to make you happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish, I was as selfless as you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so small in front of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that is why YOU are my mother. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, forever and always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your daughter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7714376017340424799?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7714376017340424799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7714376017340424799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7714376017340424799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7714376017340424799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2011/02/mother-love.html' title='Mother, love.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-4736805058605757654</id><published>2009-02-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:59:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SY_J73tcI-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JKJoWXNf9nk/s1600-h/digital_art_3d_2d_abstract_surre-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SY_J73tcI-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JKJoWXNf9nk/s400/digital_art_3d_2d_abstract_surre-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300677316842365922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watching the prevail sunrise,&lt;br /&gt;Rising over the earths horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Taking over the creatures of the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me agglutinated and frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my nocturnal eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the sunlight's embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Gush of leaves moving about,&lt;br /&gt;Humming softly,&lt;br /&gt;moving with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life moves in gyration,&lt;br /&gt;My head is filled with motley emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Absurd and ludicrous rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, agitation and recession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-4736805058605757654?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/4736805058605757654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=4736805058605757654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/4736805058605757654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/4736805058605757654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2009/02/watching-prevail-sunrise-rising-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SY_J73tcI-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/JKJoWXNf9nk/s72-c/digital_art_3d_2d_abstract_surre-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7341121368621632737</id><published>2009-02-04T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:59:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqTuQwek8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5IJBkC0PiM/s1600-h/drawing99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqTuQwek8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5IJBkC0PiM/s400/drawing99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299210334536373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As my warm body,&lt;br /&gt;touches the cold floor,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go away,&lt;br /&gt;I want this no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning from the nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;The evil grimace,&lt;br /&gt;the deathly stare.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for my presence,&lt;br /&gt;lips curled up as crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I put on my new face,&lt;br /&gt;My limbs are immobile,&lt;br /&gt;My life up in space,&lt;br /&gt;Only my body and&lt;br /&gt;this irremovable smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A puppet that tags along,&lt;br /&gt;Only alive when everything is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the days array,&lt;br /&gt;It encroaches again.&lt;br /&gt;Frightens  me with its foray,&lt;br /&gt;Leaves me with sorrow and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;spreading through my body,&lt;br /&gt;stopping my screams,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me with nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I start again,&lt;br /&gt;Toning my breath and racing brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;Then I put on my new face,&lt;br /&gt;and fasten my pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7341121368621632737?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7341121368621632737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7341121368621632737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7341121368621632737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7341121368621632737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-my-warm-body-touches-cold-floor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqTuQwek8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/c5IJBkC0PiM/s72-c/drawing99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-6340744231941541036</id><published>2009-02-04T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:58:47.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqR1-EXavI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ziT6VOXAD8I/s1600-h/b3d42154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqR1-EXavI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ziT6VOXAD8I/s400/b3d42154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299208267935214322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Broken bottles near the lectern,&lt;br /&gt;Empty hearts and vague turns,&lt;br /&gt;Take me son, take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;to a place, out of this blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from this appalling dream,&lt;br /&gt;silent tears and appeasing screams.&lt;br /&gt;Take me son, take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;to a place, somewhere new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull me from this horde,&lt;br /&gt;Search for me in this clear fog,&lt;br /&gt;Come take me son, take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;to a place, where no one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Let me do no wrong please,&lt;br /&gt;Be my escape for the night,&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time I ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh son, take me , take me with you,&lt;br /&gt;to a place, out of this blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-6340744231941541036?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6340744231941541036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=6340744231941541036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6340744231941541036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6340744231941541036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2009/02/broken-bottles-near-lectern-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqR1-EXavI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ziT6VOXAD8I/s72-c/b3d42154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-9026175776493579861</id><published>2009-02-04T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:58:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqQJwAuhlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GGeidamG6mo/s1600-h/bc7db8d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqQJwAuhlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GGeidamG6mo/s400/bc7db8d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299206408735983186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And again,&lt;br /&gt;anxiety crept over me,&lt;br /&gt;Only my heart could hear my silent plea.&lt;br /&gt;Head filled with a lunatic voice,&lt;br /&gt;Runaway, was my only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran, but could not hide,&lt;br /&gt;Hide from the eccentric feeling that crept inside;&lt;br /&gt;Immuring myself in a square box,&lt;br /&gt;Pacified as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see figures all around,&lt;br /&gt;I try to enter their bound.&lt;br /&gt;Immense effort,&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I'm the same.&lt;br /&gt;A recluse,&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless&lt;br /&gt;and Tame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-9026175776493579861?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/9026175776493579861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=9026175776493579861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/9026175776493579861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/9026175776493579861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-again-anxiety-crept-over-me-only-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SYqQJwAuhlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GGeidamG6mo/s72-c/bc7db8d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-3788752258113387062</id><published>2008-04-13T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:58:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stronger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are not the one&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SAHTAaXndzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SQ9klhf1GVo/s1600-h/28230740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SAHTAaXndzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SQ9klhf1GVo/s400/28230740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188660249739360050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up from an appalling dream,&lt;br /&gt;And this time I won't scream.&lt;br /&gt;So go take a hike,&lt;br /&gt;Go run away riding your bike.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the loser this time,&lt;br /&gt;and I have not committed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;It's you.&lt;br /&gt;Moving into the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My heart is hollow.&lt;br /&gt;You,I would not follow.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm ugly and weird.&lt;br /&gt;But now I do not fear.&lt;br /&gt;Nor you neither your friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't follow these new trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought You were good.&lt;br /&gt;But your bad and your rude.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But you?&lt;br /&gt;You tore me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just throw the damn rose.&lt;br /&gt;And please do not pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you don't feel.&lt;br /&gt;From now I won't look at you.&lt;br /&gt;That's a deal.&lt;br /&gt;So just get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;My love is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-3788752258113387062?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/3788752258113387062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=3788752258113387062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3788752258113387062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3788752258113387062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-stronger.html' title='I&apos;m stronger.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/SAHTAaXndzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SQ9klhf1GVo/s72-c/28230740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-1082282901484523372</id><published>2008-04-03T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:21:18.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For your every 'no' answer, add 1 to                    your score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you feel guilty if you cry in public?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you think crying is a sign of weakness?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think men and boys should be encouraged to hide                    their tears?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you feel embarrassed if you find yourself crying while                    watching a film or reading a book?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you try to hold back your tears if you were attending                    a funeral?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you distrust a politician who shed tears in public?                 &lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think that tears are an unnecessary expression of                    emotion?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you always try to hide your disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you get embarrassed if you see grown men crying?&lt;br /&gt;-No.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you pretend that you had something in your eyes if                    you were unexpectedly discovered crying?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you always try to hide your anger?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For your every 'yes' answer, add 1 to                    your score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12. Do you tend to brood about                    things which make you angry?  -Yes&lt;br /&gt;13. Does your temper even get out of control? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 14. Has your temper even got you in trouble? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 15. Do you believe that it does you good to get rid of your                    anger? -Yes&lt;br /&gt;                 16. Would you allow someone to comfort you if you were crying?                   -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 17. Do you get cross quite easily? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 18. Do you touch someone you love at least once a day? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 19. Do you enjoy physical signs of affection? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 20. Do you ever get broody when you see small babies? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 21. Would you happily hold hands in public with someone you                    cared for? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 22. Do you enjoy being massaged? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 23. Do you regularly tell those whom you love how you feel?                   -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 24. Have you ever had a pet of which you were very fond? -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 25. Do you enjoy being kissed and hugged by people you love?                   -NO.&lt;br /&gt;                 26. Do you ever laugh out loud when you are watching funny                    films? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 27. Do you ever tap your feet while listening to Music? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 28. Do you often have the last clap at concerts, sports events                    and the like? -Yes.&lt;br /&gt;                 29. Do you ever shout encouragement to sports or TV heroes?                   -No.&lt;br /&gt;                 30. Can you remember when you last really laughed and enjoyed                    yourself?-Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   Analysis&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 Score 17 to 30&lt;br /&gt;                 Your attitude towards your emotions is a healthy one. You                    aren't ashamed to let your emotions show occasionally, and you                    will undoubtedly be much healthier because of this attitude.                    You are likely to be a good social advisor.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 Score 8 to 16&lt;br /&gt;                 You know how to let your emotions show but you still find it                    difficult to do so as often as you should. You should be                    prepared to let your emotions out more often. When you feel                    sad let yourself cry, when you feel angry, let your anger                    show, when you feel happy allow a smile to cross your face.                    Allowing your emotions out in this way will do wonders to your                    physical and mental health.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 Score 7 or less&lt;br /&gt;                 You are definitely very uptight. You really do need to allow                    your emotions flow out a little. There isn't any thing really                    wrong in allowing people to know how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-1082282901484523372?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/1082282901484523372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=1082282901484523372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/1082282901484523372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/1082282901484523372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-your-every-no-answer-add-1-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7814308204318289222</id><published>2008-04-03T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T04:07:25.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Personality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. What kind of chair do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                &lt;br /&gt;a. Cloth covered&lt;br /&gt;                b. Leather covered&lt;br /&gt;                c. Wood&lt;br /&gt;                d. Cushioned&lt;br /&gt;                e. One with a built-in massager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans. b. Leather covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   2. Tomorrow is Sunday. What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;                a. Stay home and take it easy&lt;br /&gt;                b. Go shopping&lt;br /&gt;                c. Do some sports&lt;br /&gt;                d. Go out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;                e. Stay in bed and catch up on my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans. d. Go out for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   3. A box is lying in the road. What is inside?&lt;br /&gt;                a. An abandoned kitten&lt;br /&gt;                b. Garbage&lt;br /&gt;                c. Treasure&lt;br /&gt;                d. A surprise!&lt;br /&gt;                e. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. What kind of present would you buy for a very close                    friend?&lt;br /&gt;                a. A handkerchief (Because your friend will be happy, no                    matter&lt;br /&gt;                how many handkerchiefs he/she has already)&lt;br /&gt;                b. Something you like&lt;br /&gt;                c. Something your friend has been wanting&lt;br /&gt;                d. Something popular (the " latest thing")&lt;br /&gt;                e. Something hand-made or homemade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans. c. Something your friend has been wanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   5. You want to cross a river, but there is no bridge in                    sight. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;                a. Swim across&lt;br /&gt;                b. Build a raft&lt;br /&gt;                c. Search for a bridge&lt;br /&gt;                d. Search for a shallow spot to wade across&lt;br /&gt;                e. Wait until the river dries up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans. b. Build a raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   Analysis&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                1. What kind of chair do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                Hidden meaning : You want your partner (girlfriend/boyfriend ) to:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                a. Be together with you always, no matter when or where&lt;br /&gt;                b. Be more open with you about himself/herself&lt;br /&gt;                c. Take more care of his/her dress and manner&lt;br /&gt;                d. Be a little bit more relaxed, calm and composed&lt;br /&gt;                e. Do more for you&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                   If you choose to sit on certain                    chair, you are not suspicious of it or distrust it. This is                    similar to the psychology present in our relationships with the                    people we like. In other words, the qualities we look for in a                    chair are similar to the qualities that we look for in a partner.                &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. Tomorrow is Sunday. What are you going to do ?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                Hidden meaning: With respect to money:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                a. You spend as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;                b. You spend whatever you have.&lt;br /&gt;                c. You save for rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;                d. You spend carefully. Pennies saved turn into dollars.&lt;br /&gt;                e. You are probably a bit stingy.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sunday is a day you are free to use however you want. Having                    freedom to do whatever you want is like having money to spend                    however you want. Becoming good at managing your finances is                    an important step towards independence. What do you think of                    your money spending habits? A penny for your thoughts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. A box lying in the road. What              is inside?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                Hidden meaning : You think good luck ....&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                a. Depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;br /&gt;                b. Is something you won't attain. You expect only bad luck.                &lt;br /&gt;                c. Will definitely be yours, someday....&lt;br /&gt;                d. Might come your way.&lt;br /&gt;                e. Doesn't exist. Reality is built on practicalities.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;People often                    attribute unexpected events to good luck or bad luck. When                    something goes well; it's  good luck; when things                    turn sour, it's bad luck. Your answer reveals                    what kind of luck (what's inside the box) you think you will              have in an unexpected circumstance (the box on the road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;             4. What kind of present would you buy for a very closed                    friend ?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                a. You are not able to relate clearly to others. You tend to                    become lost in clouds of confusion when attempting a task.&lt;br /&gt;                b. You are the type of person who assumes that the world                    revolves around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;                c. You tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps                    because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;br /&gt;                d. You care more about world trends and fashions in general              than you do about your own, or other people's needs.&lt;br /&gt;                e. You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you                    value your friendships highly.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                The message behind the question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;             By stating what kind of gift you would give to a good friend, you              are actually revealing how you relate to others. However, it doesn't              really matter so much what you give someone - it's the thought the              counts. If you care enough to give something, your friend will get              the message. The dual acts of giving and receiving are, together,              one of the finest pleasures and one of the best forms of              communication - that friends share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;             5. You want to cross a river, but there is no bridge in                    sight. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                Hidden meaning : When it comes to finding a romantic                    partner you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                a. Will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;                b. Create opportunities to interact with many people through                    club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;br /&gt;                c. Don't have any particular type in mind, but are inclined to                    look for someone who is likely to say 'Yes' if you ask him/her                    out.&lt;br /&gt;                d. Base your search on information from your friends.&lt;br /&gt;                e. Are not too worried about finding someone right away.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;                The message behind the question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your answer to this question reveals the way you tend to                    search for a boyfriend/girlfriend. Crossing a river is a                    psychological equivalent of getting out and finding that                    special someone. In any case, if you don't make an effort to                    meet people, there's no way any relationships is going to                    start at all. So, get to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7814308204318289222?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7814308204318289222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7814308204318289222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7814308204318289222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7814308204318289222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/04/1.html' title='Hidden Personality.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-6960272255112677673</id><published>2008-03-30T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:50:03.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="1" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;td width="130"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="*"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt; Paranoid:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schizoid:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Schizotypal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Antisocial:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Borderline:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Histrionic:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Narcissistic:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Avoidant:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Dependent:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html" class="sm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;b&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-6960272255112677673?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6960272255112677673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=6960272255112677673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6960272255112677673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6960272255112677673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-6811852601920538872</id><published>2008-03-17T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:57:28.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R95gy8NpPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JwQ4P8EcFXA/s1600-h/eye_of_the_dead_by_ILIKESURREAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R95gy8NpPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JwQ4P8EcFXA/s400/eye_of_the_dead_by_ILIKESURREAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178683049795730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alone in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you ill never come.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold out there.&lt;br /&gt;But your absence was all I could not bare.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here,&lt;br /&gt;to keep me warm,&lt;br /&gt;But all alone i had to fight the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched the love birds flying,&lt;br /&gt;Inside I already started crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why,why did you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;Come back oh my love,&lt;br /&gt;This April or May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crystal clear was the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I took a sip of gin and went all high.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to shout and scream.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;But its real..not reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the river I fell.&lt;br /&gt;I was badly under your spell.&lt;br /&gt;I started to sink.&lt;br /&gt;I lost consciousness and I could not think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;I was in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you bad.Thats what I said.&lt;br /&gt;That's when i opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And saw you there.&lt;br /&gt;I could not take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;And i could not stare.&lt;br /&gt;You held me hand and smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;Promise that you 'll never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't -was what I wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;But my breath stopped.&lt;br /&gt;And you disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-6811852601920538872?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/6811852601920538872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=6811852601920538872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6811852601920538872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/6811852601920538872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/03/alone-in-rain-i-was-waiting-for-you.html' title='You and Me.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R95gy8NpPWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JwQ4P8EcFXA/s72-c/eye_of_the_dead_by_ILIKESURREAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-1418103109619002875</id><published>2008-03-09T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:56:52.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE CHILD OF GOD I WAS,&lt;br /&gt;HE LEFT ME ALONE .PAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;AS THE MOONLIT FLOOR SHONE,&lt;br /&gt;I WAS LEFT THERE ALL ALONE ALONE ALONE......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS HELPLESS.&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE WAS IN A MESS.&lt;br /&gt;I FELT EMPTY AND WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART WAS LOST;&lt;br /&gt;A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY CHEEK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD WHY ME?&lt;br /&gt;I WIPE THE TEARS  FROM THE COLLAR OF  MY T.&lt;br /&gt;I CLOSE MY EYES AND START TO SLEEP;&lt;br /&gt;INTO A DREAM MY MIND SEEPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO BE STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO FIGHT MY FEARS .&lt;br /&gt;WIPING THESE COLD TEARS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL WALK THROUGH LIFE ALONE,&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY HEAD AS STIFF AS A BONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL SHINE LIKE THE STAR,&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING EVERY THREAD AND BAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I KNOW HE LEFT ME FOR A REASON&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, OH LORD.&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW ITS MY SEASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-1418103109619002875?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/1418103109619002875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=1418103109619002875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/1418103109619002875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/1418103109619002875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/03/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-3867015521216397206</id><published>2008-03-09T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:56:35.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R9O_-sNpPUI/AAAAAAAAADw/aoMdG-YdwfQ/s1600-h/nightmare-before-christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R9O_-sNpPUI/AAAAAAAAADw/aoMdG-YdwfQ/s320/nightmare-before-christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175691480520015170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello I'm your nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll give you a fright,&lt;br /&gt;as soon as you enter the funfair.&lt;br /&gt;I'll scare you till death;&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile and&lt;br /&gt;You will be standing there,&lt;br /&gt;gasping for breath.&lt;br /&gt;You try to hide from me,&lt;br /&gt;But my darling you cannot.&lt;br /&gt;You cry&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sting you like a bee.&lt;br /&gt;You try to run,&lt;br /&gt;But baby,&lt;br /&gt;The fun is yet to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helpless you are,&lt;br /&gt;I'll lock you behind the bars,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;There's no escape honey,&lt;br /&gt;You are doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when the alarm clock rings,&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah it sings.&lt;br /&gt;You get up.&lt;br /&gt;You are all wet,&lt;br /&gt;drenched with cold sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You let out a loud sigh,&lt;br /&gt;But sweety, I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;This is not The Last Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-3867015521216397206?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/3867015521216397206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=3867015521216397206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3867015521216397206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/3867015521216397206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-goodbye.html' title='Last Goodbye.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R9O_-sNpPUI/AAAAAAAAADw/aoMdG-YdwfQ/s72-c/nightmare-before-christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7571537853661461293</id><published>2008-02-27T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:56:12.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the azure sky,&lt;br /&gt;Caught up inside an aviary,&lt;br /&gt;With all the strangers,&lt;br /&gt;passing me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone authentic here?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Or am I suffering from Paranoia?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone with whom,&lt;br /&gt;I can share my darkest fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was Audacious ,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't need anyone,&lt;br /&gt;But I am not.&lt;br /&gt;I avow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made me Atonal.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not astound.&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot assault him.&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I lie here in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;All ashen and Grey,&lt;br /&gt;With tears leaking from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Like an artifact being painted.&lt;br /&gt;With motley emotions&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling like a moulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to Stanchion me,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody;Anybody!&lt;br /&gt;To stealthily,&lt;br /&gt;Release me from my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7571537853661461293?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7571537853661461293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7571537853661461293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7571537853661461293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7571537853661461293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7837285337200849102</id><published>2008-02-25T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:55:41.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Be who you are and say what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Because those who mind don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;And those who matter don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Seuss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has a way of putting us on&lt;br /&gt;our backs in order to force us to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7837285337200849102?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7837285337200849102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7837285337200849102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7837285337200849102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7837285337200849102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote.html' title='Quotes.*'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-5075103704211778049</id><published>2008-02-25T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:55:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone In The Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R8KBHzD6tyI/AAAAAAAAADI/L16-JhVqbN8/s1600-h/dfdv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R8KBHzD6tyI/AAAAAAAAADI/L16-JhVqbN8/s320/dfdv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170837293140457250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I STOOD THERE ALONE IN THE DARK,&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING THE BRIGHT STARS SPARK,&lt;br /&gt;HOPING TO SEE YOU,&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DID NOT COME;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING NEW.&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MY HAND AND MAKE ANOTHER MARK,&lt;br /&gt;AS I STOOD THERE ALONE IN THE DARK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMB AND PARALYZED I STAND IN THE COLD,&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO LONGER STRONG AND BOLD,&lt;br /&gt;A TEAR FALLS FROM MY COLD EYE,&lt;br /&gt;AS DEEP INSIDE I START TO CRY.&lt;br /&gt;DARKNESS ALL AROUND ME,&lt;br /&gt;THE STARS ARE ALL I COULD SEE,&lt;br /&gt;THEN SOMEWHERE IN THE DARKNESS, I SEE AN ARC,&lt;br /&gt;AS I STOOD THERE ALONE IN THE DARK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU,&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL THE ARC PASSED FLEW,&lt;br /&gt;THEN I START TO SCREAM,&lt;br /&gt;AND SCREAMED UNTIL MY LUNGS BEGAN TO PAIN,&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST BE THINKING THAT I ‘M INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU REALLY HAVE NO IDEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I REALIZED I NEEDED YOU BAD,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I NO LONGER WANTED TO BE SAD.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN NOT DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH THE STARS SPARK,&lt;br /&gt;AS I STOOD THERE ALONE IN THE DARK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-5075103704211778049?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/5075103704211778049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=5075103704211778049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/5075103704211778049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/5075103704211778049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/02/alone-in-dark.html' title='Alone In The Dark'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R8KBHzD6tyI/AAAAAAAAADI/L16-JhVqbN8/s72-c/dfdv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-7915069959862825460</id><published>2008-02-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:54:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannabe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R78L_TD6tsI/AAAAAAAAACM/6ueJIWAIo-M/s1600-h/5373737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R78L_TD6tsI/AAAAAAAAACM/6ueJIWAIo-M/s200/5373737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169864079320987330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and I can not count the sheep's.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Does this make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;My thoughts are dense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I'm losing my sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I doze off to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Into a dream My mind seeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Deeper and Deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I see a Cute guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Passing me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;He looked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A car came towards him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;But he did not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The car was about to Hit him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;As the lights grew dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;He somersaulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;He was still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I felt a gush of jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;in my blood and veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wannabe &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wannabe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-7915069959862825460?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/7915069959862825460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=7915069959862825460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7915069959862825460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/7915069959862825460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-sleep.html' title='Wannabe.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R78L_TD6tsI/AAAAAAAAACM/6ueJIWAIo-M/s72-c/5373737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4512827675050792696.post-104972403283618681</id><published>2008-02-21T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:53:13.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>A conversation with god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R71-rDD6tnI/AAAAAAAAABo/SS4dON9wOy0/s1600-h/b30535987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R71-rDD6tnI/AAAAAAAAABo/SS4dON9wOy0/s320/b30535987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169427225312409202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the wing blew my T-shirt away.&lt;br /&gt;The water that you gave,&lt;br /&gt;made me sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm on my own.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything,&lt;br /&gt;but a phone.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to call god.&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: God, will you help me?&lt;br /&gt;GOD: Tell me your problem; And I shall see.&lt;br /&gt;ME: But promise that you'll save.&lt;br /&gt;GOD: but you can help yourself. You are BRAVE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I'm not. I'm just fake.&lt;br /&gt;GOD: Its a wrong thought we ourselves bake.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;GOD: So your strength is all you seek?&lt;br /&gt;Me: My problem is me.&lt;br /&gt;GOD: Then i can not help you, my child.&lt;br /&gt;     You're a fighter, a winner - that's how you should see.&lt;br /&gt;ME: But my strength is lost. How do I regain it ?&lt;br /&gt;GOD: Look inside your soul.&lt;br /&gt;     You will get it, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Thank you god. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;But if I lose, will I die?&lt;br /&gt;GOD: It's up to you. If you're brave enough&lt;br /&gt;     You will survive.&lt;br /&gt;ME: God when should i call you next?&lt;br /&gt;GOD: You won't need me. I bet&lt;br /&gt;ME: Does that mean that you are leaving me?&lt;br /&gt;GOD: I'm here. I'm watching. I'm feeling. AND,&lt;br /&gt;     I'm there. Inside YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4512827675050792696-104972403283618681?l=immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/104972403283618681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4512827675050792696&amp;postID=104972403283618681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/104972403283618681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4512827675050792696/posts/default/104972403283618681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://immortallyxinsane.blogspot.com/2008/02/mama-wing-blew-my-t-shirt-away.html' title='A conversation with god.'/><author><name>Black wind blowing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12401314688141721356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R77_1zD6tpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MVv3CswuXdQ/S220/sun.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWfpGBcZs-0/R71-rDD6tnI/AAAAAAAAABo/SS4dON9wOy0/s72-c/b30535987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
